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Dining Hall

Up to the door, heavy stomping steps. There was, at least, one man who walked like a rather ponderous giant. Rufus's height was unremarkable, except perhaps in a group filled with otherwise extreme heights. He pushed on each of the double doors and shifted in wide before stepping in carefully like he thought he might accidentally smash something with a single errant move.

His eyes scanned around, pausing on Franseska, making him incline his head in a small bow, and then to Jack, settling on his missing arm.

"A-ha. Well, I had expected you dead."

Jack groaned, turning to look at Ieria. He reached into his pocket, feeling the warmth of the aura stone, "Trust me, we're going to end the curse." He told Francesca.

edited 5th Feb '15 7:20:39 PM by TroyandHawk

With Weiss

"It's a very long story," Pius replied tiredly after a sigh. "I think we should find somewhere to sit down before I start expositing."

edited 5th Feb '15 7:42:33 PM by Insano

The Wardrobe

"...How do they have so many outfits?" Lucas said as the group finally arrived at the Wardrobe.

Wardrobe

"U-Upper caste.... t-they have money" the fox said with a slight pin of her ears, looking at the floor.

Timeskip Post

Crystallum 23: 9:00 PM

Each of the students had been given a private room in the palace as they retired for the night. Carol had arrived earlier, and Beth had somehow talked her mother into letting her go.

The Royal Palace had a training room, not unlike the dorm's own...but, well, bigger.

Alexia had led Jack and Cyanea there for their fight. The princess herself stood in another part of the room.

"System on. Activate Virtual Opponent system. Difficulty...set to eight. Initiate code: Princess."

The hologram of her opponent flickered to life.

She was facing...herself.

Crystallum 24: 8:30 PM, 1 and 1/2 hours before the Ball, Palace Ballroom

Alexia was already exhausted. But she was happy that the ball was coming along nicely.

The decorations were set, the food was being carried in...the bands were getting ready...

She was wearing her dress◊ for the ocassion. She had gotten a matching black tux for her boyfriend (!!!).

She looked at a certain corner of the room. It was a small shrine of sorts, covered with flowers. Feb's picture hung there, as well as her posthomous Silver Lion.

Crystallum 24th, The Mall: Picking Up the Guest

While everyone else was at the palace preparing for the ball, Stormer had left for town to pick up the florist that he invited back on the 21st. He was wearing that same suit◊ he picked out the day before at the palace, along with his fedora.

He had just arrived back at the mall, and walked to the flower shop, where Miss Chiharu and him agreed to meet up.

"Alright. All the preparations have been made, and looks like everything's gonna go fine. I wonder what she'll think of my usage of her flowers?", he thought to himself.

edited 5th Feb '15 8:38:08 PM by TheHailStormer

Palace Ballroom

Ayers frowned at his outfit, and at the corsage in his left hand. Naegling was shining even brighter than usual, and with his right hand he pulled out his Scroll.

"Is this—is this right? Do I..." Ayers stared in confusion at his Scroll as he switched it to its camera function, held it up at arm's length, and snapped a shaky, out-of-focus picture of himself. A... selfie...? Whatever. Ayers waited around, searching deliberately for Jack.

Crystallum 24, 8:30 PM

"Of course Ah'd be goin' here alone. Like them assholes say, can't be helped 'r nothin'."

Noa arrived, cleaned up and in a tuxedo. She even took the cap off for this occasion, as surprising as it was. Of course, she was going dateless for this one. Not having Noiri here was... stressful, to say the least. She had to admit, she had nearly punched Ai in the face after that little spat. But with all the shit going on and her own little reflections on the rough times everybody was going through, she had accepted that she should at least exercise proper timing when she insulted them.

"Looks like it's been rough fer ya, Lexi. Ain't no skin off mah nose, but guess ya still feelin' badly over tha shark?"

Ballroom, 8:30 P.M.

"And you aren't?" Pius asked with a critical gaze. He sat wearing a gray tuxedo at a nearby table, where Dies Irae laid by his feet under the table. "Someone died, Noa," He said as he glanced at February's table. "That shouldn't be ignored."

edited 5th Feb '15 9:31:26 PM by Insano

Ballroom

"Pius is right...We may only known her for a short time, but Feb was somebody. We at least need to remember her." Alexia replied, also looking at the makeshift memorial.

"....But, Pius. I don't appreciate you bringing your weapon to the Ball. We're supposed to forget fighting, even if only for tonight."

Ballroom, 8:30

"She have relatives'r anything?" Ayers slid into place behind Pius. "I dint never speak to her, but I figger she wuz important to y'all; er, at least enough that that Icarus feller mentioned her. Wanted to ask, actually, y'all follow up on that?" He leaned towards Pius. "That is, uh, either the Feb or Urujuani stuff. Y'all do got a date, right?" He also nodded towards Alexia. "Also, side note, kinda can't side with y'all on that without feeling like a hypocrite." Ayers rattled his own arms at her.

edited 5th Feb '15 9:28:45 PM by Taco

Ballroom, 8:30

"Excuse me, Alexia," Pius replied in a jokingly defensive manner. "Dies Irae is primarily a weapon. He is also a multi-purpose tool that I may bring wherever I please."

"And no, Ayers, I do not have a date to the Ball," The Nobel replied. "I don't need one, anyway."

edited 5th Feb '15 9:29:33 PM by Insano

Ballroom, 8:30

"Gud way to phrase it." Ayers leaned back into a slouch. "I just like being strong all the time. Makes fer great party tricks, even if I ain't killing nothing." He grinned. "Later tonight we oughta see how much of y'all I can carry."

Jack Vs Cynea

Jack wore an undershirt, jeans and boots. He wore his gauntlets and carried his uncle's ax. "So...How are you?" He asked.

BALL

Jack looked in the bathroom mirror, His hair was tied back into a ponytail and he wore a white button up shirt, black pants and a black waistcoat and a rumpled tie. He wore a pair of black fingerless with tiny metal studs on the knuckles. "I can't fucking stand suits." He said aloud.

Crystallum 24th, Remus Preparation

Okay Remus. This is good. I mean there's nothing to worry about. You've met her parents, you've survived her homicidal brother, and you've lasted this long in the relationship with the most fantastic girl in the whole world. You can't screw this up. You... Can't... Screw... Up...

Remus was dressed in a stylish pinstriped suit, a simple white shirt, and a beautiful royal blue tie. He had somehow managed to make his scarf look very nice with the suit, and he was all ready for the ball. The only matter now, was the final thing. His date.

Ballroom

Imuka started to enter the ballroom, a bit shy around all the people in her new dress◊, she nervously adjusted the flower in her hair, before setting Inari down in a secluded corner of the room, likely underneath a chair, with the medical logo on it facing outward.

Pius was not the only one that brought his equipment to the ball, in her mind she knew the ball was well guarded but the possibility of a fight was not why she brought Inari in the first place. Imuka considered herself a medic first and foremost, and a huntress second combat was not the only place injuries could happen, and it is nice to have a set of medical tools on hand if they do.

Pre 24

"Well, we don't have much of a time to think of a plan anyway." Hope's brows furrowed. "So any way to convince her otherwise is good to us."

"Can't back you up either, Alex." Hope chimed in as she approached the group, already dressed in her dress of choice. Conveniently averting her gaze from the shrine dedicated to February she nodded at princess' choice of garments. "Looking good, all of you." She complimented the people present. "Oh, and Pius? Us three will probably join you at the punch bowl right away, so you don't have to worry about the lack of company." Spotting Imuka, the gray-hair waved to her to come over to the rest.

edited 5th Feb '15 9:46:58 PM by FergardStratoavis

Ballroom

"I...don't know if she had family." Alexia admitted, embarassed. "I should have found out."

"And I think your case is different, Sir Ayers. Those are your arms after all."

She looked at Pius. "Really, you don't have a date?" Alexia frowned. "At least dance with someone! Weiss, for one."

She smiled at Hope. "...Well, at least try to dance. Enjoy yourselves!"

"I couldn't live with myself if you didn't think this Ball was any fun!" she joked.

edited 5th Feb '15 9:49:24 PM by GrimHelm

"Those bastards better have a Hoe-Down." Ayers growled with mock seriousness. "Only reason I'd ever dance there. Heh." He raised his arms, then frowned and straightened his sleeves out again. "Shit keeps getting caught in my arms. Annoying as hell. Friggin' sleeves..." He sighed and looked over at Hope. "That'd be the other problem with getting y'all a new leg, fabric'n stuff'd git caught easily."

edited 5th Feb '15 9:50:15 PM by Taco

Ballroom

"I'd like to see you beat ten," Pius challenged his fellow team leader. When his partner appeared, the Nobel scoffed at her notion.

If anyone wants to hang out with me tonight, all they need to do sit down with me. Why drink punch, anyway?

When his own partner proposed a solution to his loneliness, Pius raised an eyebrow, as if to ask "Don't you know how I act, Alexia?".

"If she asks, sure; I won't deny her what she wishes. If not, I'd rather expend my personal energy thinking."

edited 5th Feb '15 9:52:04 PM by Insano

Palace

Yun was making final adjustments to his appearance. In addition to his suit, the Marksman had cleaned up his eyepatch, which looked good as new, and covered his glowing prosthetic eye. He also had Stormbreaker equipped, as the gauntlets resembled nothing more than plain dark gloves in their dormant state.

Satisfied with his appearance, Yun exited his room, and began walking to the Ballroom.

Ballroom

Yun spotted his classmates, and gave a wave as he approached. "Evening. You guys look great."

Ball Prep

Remus casually strolled up to team COGS Dorm. Okay. This is it... Just... Knock... It's a dance. You're a dancer. There's nothing to be nervous about...

Remus finally raised up his hand and knocked at the door.

Balls

There were feathers. Rufus came in wearing a dark, dark maroon suit that'd look black if you weren't paying attention and under it, sticking out in every conceivable way, were feathers, bright red feathers. Out the back of his collar, the front, the cuffs, the tail and bottom of his pants.

It was certainly flamboyant and yet he seemed neither embarrassed about it nor exulting in it. He walked with the same too-serious gravity he always did, almost as if this were exactly what he were meant to wear.

Ballroom

Noticing the rest of her team congregating, Imuka slowly walks over to join them, a little awkward in her gate.